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There isn’t a lot that Satoru and Suguru actually talk about. They don’t need to. It helps when they know everything about each other already. Satoru sneezes when he puts pepper on his food, every time. Suguru will never wear any kind of coloured shoe, ever. Satoru’s eyes are blue and Suguru’s eyes are purple. There isn’t a fact that they don’t know about each other.
Which is why Suguru hates this fact about herself. She’s been holding onto it for too long, all through their teenage years. Satoru made her feel like she was the only girl in the world, only he didn’t know what he was doing when he jokingly called her babe, beautiful, told her she had pretty eyelashes. He told her she’d look amazing in a skirt, meaning it as a joke but Suguru felt relieved. She tried to hide it, wanting nothing more than for Satoru to never look at her differently but it failed in the most beautiful way.
When Satoru loves someone, he loves all of them. He told Suguru he didn’t like the smell of cigarettes on her but still cuddled her when Suguru didn’t want to talk. His love didn’t stop when Suguru told him that she was a girl, either. He sat on her bed, his eyebrows raised as he stared at her and tried to comprehend what she meant. At first, he didn’t get it at all but not because he didn’t want to.
“Like… You wanna roleplay or something?” Dumbass. When had Suguru ever wanted to roleplay? But Satoru shook his head, pulled off his sunglasses and reached for Suguru’s hands, tugging her towards her bed to sit beside him. “Help me understand, Suguru. Can I still call you Suguru?”
She never changed her name. Maybe she liked the way Satoru said it too much to say goodbye to it. Maybe it was the meaning that she always wanted to embody: great, excellence. She told Satoru it was alright, that if it freaked him out, he could bail, but Satoru clutched her tighter, burying his face in her stomach.
“You’ve always been my girl,” he mumbled, shocking her to her core. “I just didn’t know it yet.”
Nothing changed. Suguru kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for everything to come crashing down around her. She was still depressed, but having Satoru support her, go out of his way to make sure she wasn’t uncomfortable, buying her anything she wanted, especially when she never asked… It helped a little bit. Satoru seemed to like Suguru being a girl more than she did, but it didn’t matter in the end.
Suguru still left, to find herself. She needed time away from everything and everyone to go on a journey that only she could complete. She was nineteen when she found Nanako and Mimiko, and when she came back to tell Satoru, he was overjoyed. They still kept in touch, but there’s certain things you just can’t talk about over the phone, and Megumi and Tsumiki were one of them.
Mimiko and Nanako called her Geto-sama until they suddenly decided to start calling her mom. She doesn’t know what changed in their perceptions of her, but she called Satoru and could barely speak. She didn’t cry, no, she had never been a crier, but she felt like it. All Satoru told her was that it was obvious. What little girls brush their father’s hair? Why would you be anything but their mother?
You’re not Megumi’s father, Suguru answered, watching his girls play on the carpet with the toys Suguru never got to have as a kid. Barbie dolls and makeup kits… Stick on earrings that never seemed to fit her when she was a kid.
I don’t need to be, Satoru whispered, chuckling. Suguru missed him horribly. Suguru, you’re their mother, whether you’re a man or a woman. Kids get things that people like us just don’t. You know how long it took me to figure shit out with you, and I was sixteen. Boys are dumb. God knows how Megumi’s gonna turn out, especially with a shithead like Toji for a father.
Suguru shook her head and told him goodnight. She turned and found Mimiko blinking up at her, wondering why she was talking so softly into the phone. “Mommy was just talking to Satoru, baby. You remember mommy’s good friend?”
Mimiko nodded, ever quiet. She’s always been quiet, even when Suguru told her she had finally gotten hormones. The twins were ten or so, Suguru twenty-one. She had finally gotten approved and came straight to school to pick the twins up and tell them the good news.
“It might be a little confusing,” Suguru says quietly, holding Mimiko’s hand as Nanako balances on a stone wall, walking across it with a big grin on her face. They’re always so happy when Suguru picks them up on time from school. When they’re old enough, she’s going to send them to jujutsu high to learn. Finally, she’ll be able to see Satoru again. “Mommy is listed as your dad on the files and I’ve got to change that. But with these little things, it will make everything a little easier. Mommy might change a little, though. Is that okay?”
“Mommy is mommy,” Mimiko mumbles, like she doesn’t care what Suguru is trying to tell her. “What will change?”
They’re ten. Suguru should be telling them about the birds and the bees in about two years or so, but she doesn’t need to explain what estrogen is going to do to both herself and her daughters right now. She pats Mimiko’s hair, helping Nanako down from the rockwall and smiles. “Nothing,” she says as she bends down, tilting her head at them. “No matter what, I’m your mom, okay? Don’t forget that. No matter what anyone says.”
Nanako looks at her, furrowing her brows. “Duh. Just look at you.”
It’s really that simple. She tells Satoru what happened, and he is more than happy for her. Their conversation is natural,despite the bombshell of information, but Suguru finds herself biting her nail like she’s a middle schooler flirting which shut her up rather quickly. Satoru doesn’t notice at all.
It’s a Wednesday, and Satoru asks if she’s busy on the weekend. Suguru says no, that she was going to let the girls hang out at a friend’s house. This is something she doesn’t get at all, passing it off as random information.
Friday night rolls around and Satoru is at her door, looking every bit like he did when they were sixteen. Suguru immediately reaches for him like a desperate lover in a romantic movie, pulling him close to kiss him because she’s never been good at telling him she missed him, or that she loves him. They’ve never said it, because there’s no need to. Satoru knows that Suguru’s love runs deep and when Satoru loves someone, he loves all of them.
“You got approved?” Satoru asks against her mouth, tilting his head to the lucky papers laying on the kitchen becnhtop. They haven’t even made it past the front door. “I’m so proud of you, baby. When do you start?”
“They’ll send me a script in the mail,” Suguru answers, burying her voice against his throat. “The girls are at a friend’s. Are you staying?”
Satoru smirks at her, his eyes alight beneath his glasses. “All weekend. If you want me?”
“I want you,” Suguru purrs, snatching his sunglasses off his face. She barely folds them before she’s wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him slow and over dramatic, swaying and dragging Satoru around as he laughs against her mouth. She snickers, open mouthed and definitely not attractive but jumps into his arms when he tucks his hands over her ass, at her thighs.
He kisses her like she’s something to be desired, to be loved and cherished. He kisses her like she’s the only girl in the world. To him, she is.
Satoru, Satoru, Satoru. Suguru can’t get enough of him. She’s never been able to, even in their time apart from each other. Satoru called her every night, even when she told him she was falling asleep but never what she had been doing all day. He told her he didn’t care, that he liked the sound of her voice when she was sleepy.
He tells her he likes it now, the way she says his name. It’s always an exhale, like she’s relieved and Satoru adores it. The way he growls her name is just as good, even as he fucks into her and plays with her. He isn’t like the shitty pornos Suguru hates to watch when she misses him, no love or passion behind it all. He calls her beautiful, tells her she’s amazing, that she’s a good girl, that she’s his good girl, and Suguru does it right back to him. Good boy, keep going, Satoru…
It’s been a while since they have been together. In a way, this is celebratory. In a few months, Suguru will be on hormones and Satoru tells her he can’t wait to see the changes as they lie together, to map her body out with his hands, to kiss her skin and discover everything new about her that she will offer to him.
“Especially here,” he mumbles into her chest, kissing both of her nipples. The sensation alone makes her shiver, and she wonders what it will feel like when her skin is too sensitive to contain her excitement. “I wonder how big they’ll get. I always loved your chest.”
“You’re a pig,” Suguru scoffs, cuffing him over the back of the head. He whines that it hurts when she knows it doesn’t, but she pulls his head against her chest and twines their legs together. His hand never strays from her ass, groping it like it’s grounding him and they grow comfortable in each other’s arms, sticky and gross but uniquely them.
It’s a while before they see each other again. Suguru doesn’t think about it much. The twins are a year younger, so they move onto middle school when Suguru is almost six months on hormones. That comment about her not being a crier? Total bullshit. She cries over anything now, especially her girls starting middle school.
Her body changes too. She doesn’t notice a lot of it at first, since she usually avoids looking at herself in the mirror. It’s only when she catches herself coming out of the shower that she stops and runs her hands down her waist, following the new curves. Her chest has become fuller, barely so but noticeable if Suguru is looking for it. Her skin is softer, more bouncy. Her hips are wider with the fat, her body more plump than it was muscly.
She was trained for years, so her muscle tone doesn’t immediately disappear. It most likely won’t ever. She was always a tall, toned woman. Her shoulders were always broader than Satoru’s, but he was always taller. Her hair is softer, less stiff than it was before and her libido is a weird topic. She doesn’t feel as hormonal as she once was, but then again, she hardly ever got off to anything that wasn’t thoughts of Satoru. Porn is too over-saturated with people who don’t look or relate to her, so she gave up on that.
But when she notices the changes, her bras beginning to fill a little more, she tells Satoru that it’s working. That she can notice things that are different. That her skin is smoother and her breasts are too sensitive.
Satoru can’t get away from work. Megumi is making issues in middle school already, but he tells Suguru that he can’t wait to discover all that’s new about her. They have sex over the phone, if it can even be called that, and Suguru almost cries when she cums to Satoru’s voice for the first time as he whispers all the dirty things he wants to do to her.
Suguru tells him she misses him somehow. She doesn’t remember what she said, but there’s a package waiting for her in the coming days, all new lingerie that will fit her perfectly. Satoru knows her size, knows her body like he knows his own. It fits her, just like he knew it would and she doesn’t send him a photo. She tells him to come visit her and she’ll wear all six matching sets and let him undress her from all of them.
Satoru does just that. He visits when she’s seven months on her hormones and kisses her before Suguru can even say hello. He hums against her lips, dropping whatever bag he was holding in the doorway as he holds her face and licks into her mouth, running his fingers through her hair.
“Even your lips are softer,” Satoru tells her, pecking her face as Suguru huffs at him. “My gorgeous, gorgeous girl. You wanna go out? I got you a dress, baby. Slip dress with a slit up the thigh.”
Suguru hums, their kisses loud and sloppy as they talk. “I gotta tell you something,” she whispers, pulling Satoru into her apartment as he kisses her jaw. “Not here. The girls are– still in the– Mmm… the living room.”
Satoru’s eyes flick to the living room and he pulls away from Suguru, but his hands don’t leave her waist. “Girls,” he drawls, earning their attention. Nanako is laying on the floor with her phone in her face, and Mimiko has a book that she looks up from. “I am going to kiss your mother. Is that okay?”
Nanako mimics him like a child, makes a face and blows a raspberry. Mimiko barely acknowledges Satoru’s question, looking back down at her book. Satoru kisses Suguru, loud and ridiculously over the top, the kind of smooching noises you’d make to a beloved pet. Suguru shoves at him, still strong enough to make him gasp and let her go, his own cheeks flushed.
“I’m going to talk to Satoru in my room, okay?” Suguru says to the girls, dragging him into her room. The twins barely bat an eye and Suguru intends to keep the streak of not having sex with her boyfriend while her daughters are behind a very thin wall.
“What’s up?” Satoru asks, sitting down on her bed. He looks exactly like he did when Suguru first told him that she was a woman, still bright eyed and beautiful. He takes his sunglasses off too, always without them when he’s around Suguru.
“When the girls are old enough,” Suguru starts, sitting down beside him with her hands in her lap, “I want to enroll them into the high school.”
“And?” Satoru whispers, inching closer. Like a gravitational pool, she manages to draw him in.
“And I wonder if… I can teach,” Suguru adds, hushed against Satoru’s lips. She can barely resist him. She wonders when the honeymoon period started and if it’s ever going to end. Maybe it did when she left him at nineteen to find herself but picked it all back up when she came back. “Would that be possible?”
Satoru can barely hold himself together. She’s only wearing sweatpants and a shirt that she swears is Satoru’s own, but he pulls her legs across his lap and kisses her like he’s going to dip her into the floor. It barely connects, his smile getting in the way. He’s gorgeous, always has been and Suguru used to think that Satoru’s ego was the worst thing about him, something she hated to adore about him. Now, it’s his smile and Suguru is wholeheartedly in love with all aspects of Gojo Satoru.
“I’ve dreamt of it for a while,” Satoru whispers, kissing her softly. “There’s some first years that will attend before Megumi and the girls… Do you wanna have a go at teaching them first? You’re not out of practise, but it takes a lot to be a teacher.”
Suguru shrugs, content to wonder for now. The girls are only eleven. It will be a while before those first years become first years, so Suguru has more than enough time to sort through her thoughts.
“Geto sensei,” Satoru purrs, pressing fluttering kisses beneath her jaw. “Only do this if you want to, baby. Don’t… Don’t do it ‘cause you think I want you to, okay? I’ll go with whatever you wanna do. As long as you’re my girl, yeah?”
Suguru smiles, her eyes crinkling the way she knows he likes it. “Yeah, I’m your girl,” she whispers, even if it’s cringey and gross. Satoru loves it, his eyes sparkling in the dark. They shine just like the oceans of Okinawa. She wants to go back with him, just like they did when they were teenagers. “As long as you’re my boy?”
Satoru snickers, a stupid laugh but another thing Suguru loves. “Always have been. Always will be. Hey, if the girls are here, we can’t go out, right? Can I stay in?”
Suguru hums, shifting her head to let Satoru litter her skin with his lips and tongue. He’s always been a messy kisser when he wants to be, and God, Suguru loves it. He holds her by her throat, over her pulse point just to keep her there, close . His hands have always been big, overshadowing hers. Even their skin contrasts with each other and Suguru loves it. Her being is Satoru’s opposite.
“You can,” Suguru says, pushing Satoru back with her hands on his chest, “if you promise to behave yourself in front of my daughters.”
Satoru pouts, overdramatic. “Baby, they hate me. I can’t help that.”
“They’re eleven year old girls,” Suguru deadpans. She rolls her eyes at Satoru’s pointed glare. “They hate everything. Especially boys that their mother likes.”
Satoru smirks, nuzzling their noses together like they’re a pretty little couple in a romance movie. Sometimes, Suguru feels like that when they’re together. “You like me?”
“Debating it.”
Satoru sneaks another kiss, pulling Suguru up afterwards. Just to be exactly who he is, he pats Suguru’s ass but ends up grabbing it, staring wide-eyed down at her. “Holy shit!” he hisses, baulking at her as she slaps his hand away. “Suguru, you– I cannot keep my hands to myself if your body is like that–”
“You should see my chest,” Suguru answers, wrenching his hand off her. She inhales sharply and lifts her shirt, flashing him quickly but Satoru has the six eyes. He sees everything, even if it’s only for a short few seconds. His eyes widen comically and he grins, like Suguru’s tits are the best thing he’s ever seen in his life. Suguru supposes he certainly acts like it, which just makes the fire in her gut burn even brighter. “Now you are going to behave in front of my daughters and I might let you cop a feel later.”
“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her head. “I will behave myself, yes, ma’am.”
***
When it comes time to move, Suguru has no idea what she’s doing. The school approved her to teach, and they offered to move Suguru and her girls closer to the school so she can teach Maki, Toge, Yuuta and Panda with Satoru in the coming year. Afterwards, Mimiko and Nanako will start with Satoru’s own, Megumi, and another first year, Nobara.
Satoru helps them settle in. He asks the twins what they want their school uniforms to look like when they join. Mimiko doesn’t care, but Nanako insists on having a big comfy sweater. Satoru says that as long as she wears the skirt or shorts of the uniform, she can wear whatever she wants.
“Utahime wears a kimono,” Satoru says to Suguru when her own uniform comes in. They’re standing in her new dorm in the staff wing, peering down at the uniform on her bed. “Do you want to wear something like that?”
The uniform is similar to Satoru’s, but it’s been cut to hold her body more securely. She used to wear such big pants, and she opts to keep the look, but with a cropped jacket instead. She always wore high waisted pants, and now they suit her even more, hugging her trimmed waist and thicker hips.
Suguru shakes her head, feeling sixteen again as she gazes at the uniform. “No,” she answers, hyper aware of what she’s wearing beneath her own clothes right now. A ruby red lingerie set that Satoru hasn’t managed to destroy yet because she only bought it last week. The lacy bralette fits her perfectly, her chest having shaped into a hefty b-cup.
“My baby,” Satoru purrs, taking her in by her waist. He’s been glowing since she came back. Suguru is probably no better. “‘M happy to have you back. It’s been almost ten years since we got together. Shouldn’t we celebrate?”
“Almost ten years isn’t ten years, Satoru.” But she wore her set for this very reason. She takes his hand as he tries to explain himself, slipping his fingers past her waistband and against the lace trim of the thong she’s wearing. All at once, Satoru stops, his fingers moving to grip the band and snap it back against her skin, making her jump.
It’s not always fast and heavy with Satoru, but right now, it certainly feels that way. He lifts Suguru up like she weighs nothing and plunks her down on her bed, pulling his shirt off in one smooth motion. He lifts Suguru’s sweater, bullying it off her body and kisses her toned stomach when it’s revealed to him. He groans at the sight of her bralette, his big hands cupping her covered breasts before he kisses those two, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it through he fabric.
Suguru moans, no longer worried about thin walls. She can’t control her voice, not when Satoru shoves his fingers in her mouth and tells her to suck as he nips and teeths at her tits, leaving little indents and marks that will last for days. It’s been long enough that her tits aren’t all that sensitive anymore, but still, she trembles in his grasp, especially when his hand cups her through her pants and slips inside, his spit covered fingers finding her hole.
“It’s good,” Suguru whispers, pushing his white hair from his eyes. She smiles, a sly look and Satoru groans, goosebumps rising on his skin. “My gorgeous boy. Satoru. Keep going.” His fingers always feel better than hers, but she’s never told him that. It’s obvious that he knows judging from how much he uses his fingers, letting her suck on them or feeling her up in front of the mirror just to cup her sex and get her off that way.
He fits two before he reaches to his bedside table for lube. Suguru watches him struggle, the first time in Satoru’s life that his arms aren’t long enough. She snickers at him and helps, pulling out the bottle.
“Would you ever let me fuck you?” Suguru wonders as Satoru pulls his fingers out and slicks them up, settling between her legs to mouth at her cock through her panties.
Satoru pauses, his eyes flicking up to Suguru. Even his hand stills, curled over and glistening with lube. “Do you want that?” he asks, blinking at her. “We could, though. I just always thought you wouldn’t want to ‘cause…”
“You’ve never been fucked by a girl, Satoru,” Suguru purrs, scratching her nails through his hair. He sighs, a dopey smile on his face. Just like a cat, he melts at head scratches, especially with her long nails. “Next time, hm? I want you to fuck me until I scream.”
And God, does Satoru love a challenge. He has a ridiculously short refractory period too, and they end up chest to back, Suguru’s leg raised as Satoru whispers in her ear, his cock fucking into her with her thong pulled over one side. When she whines and cums for what feels like the sixth time, Satoru pulls out and slaps her ass, fisting his cock until he cums all over her thong, quick to pull it off and lick her spend from her stomach as his own leaks out of her from the previous few rounds.
It’s dirty and disgusting but Satoru lets his drool pool and drips it into Suguru’s mouth, a mixture of her own cum before his tongue tangles with hers, their groans trapped between one another. Satoru lays against her despite their bodies being sticky and it’s no surprise that Satoru eats her out in the shower, fisting his own cock as Suguru pants aganst the tiles, her wet hair hanging over her shoulder.
“Baby?” Satoru calls later, when Suguru is in the bathroom, braiding her hair. He appears at the door, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “You wanna go out this weekend? I’ve got a few things I want you to wear for me.”
Suguru pushes her hair back, bunching the end of the braid into her usual bun. It’s something nice that Mimiko taught her how to do, an easy touch of femininity to her normal hairstyle. “We can,” she answers, looking up at him. “You just want to see me in a dress, hm?”
“Duh.” Satoru leans down, kissing her softly. “And I wanna show my girl off. Is that such a bad thing?”
Suguru shakes her head, smiling at him. “Date night without the kids would be nice.”
“It’ll be easier once they’re all in school.” Satoru smiles against her lips. He pulls himself away, walking back to her bed like there’s something to be discovered. Suguru remembers how small Satoru’s bed in high school was, because he grew too fast and his feet hung off the end. Suguru was no better - neither of them could fit or even curl up – and now, Satoru has gotten a bigger dorm and a bigger bed for himself and Suguru took the same hint too.
However, if he keeps buying her clothes, she’s going to need a much bigger wardrobe.
***
Teaching the first years is a breeze. Satoru warns Suguru of Yuuta, but it’s easy to train someone as insecure as she was when she was his age, especially because he can barely conceal it unlike her. That and Maki certainly helps. Something about having a woman beat you into shape works well with Yuuta. He hates to listen to older men, but he’s ready to listen to Suguru whenever she speaks, happy to be taught by her.
“Yuuta’s improved,” Satoru tells her six months into the term. Yuuta is already going to Kenya to study more after the school year ends. He’s too advanced with Rika for them to handle, especially with three other students who need to be trained. “He likes you.”
“I think he’d like any girl that gives him attention,” Suguru answers quietly. She looks up from her desk, their shared office covered in case files and student profiles. Megumi’s has already been completed. “Just like you.”
Satoru sticks his tongue out at her. “Untrue. I fell for you and you just so happen to be a woman. That was it for me.”
“Not everyone meets their high school sweetheart and sticks with them, Satoru. Afraid Yuuta’s going to steal me away?”
He sits beside her, slightly behind as he wraps his arms around her waist. “Ew, he’s sixteen.”
“You were sixteen when I fell in love with you. Don’t be so harsh on him.” Satoru draws her long hair over her shoulder, pressing a kiss against her neck. It’s slow, gentle. There isn’t anything more to it, easy affection. Suguru heaves a sigh, her shoulders dropping in relief. “Satoru… I have to grade…”
“We have four students. That trick doesn’t work on me, baby.”
“I have to pick up the girls from school.”
“Suguru, it’s almost eight. You already picked them up.” He pulls back, drawing her towards him as he stares at her. “Do you not want me to touch you?”
“I don’t want to have sex tonight,” she answers, a weird feeling creeping up her throat as she says it. Satoru laughs in her face because he has no idea how to respond. She sighs, glancing away but she draws back to Satoru when he skates a hand over her own. “I’m serious, Satoru, I’m… I don’t feel like it.”
“Who said anything about sex, gorgeous?” He tilts his head at her, his eyebrows upturned as he takes her in, his expression open and easy. “Let’s go to the bathhouse. The private one we went to when we were nineteen.” He stands up as Suguru shakes her head, not willing to stand up from her seat. Satoru deflates, realising what’s wrong and he holds her hands in his, leaning his head down in her lap. “Suguru, what can I say to make you feel better?”
“If you have to ask–”
“I know, I know . But baby, I hate when you get like this. What can I do? We’re not kids anymore. Let me help you. I can help you now, so just let me know.”
Suguru slips one hand out from his grasp and pats his soft hair, smiling sadly down at him. “There’s nothing you can do, Satoru. I just don’t… Let me do this and then we can do whatever at home. I want to see my girls, kiss them goodnight and then… Sleep.”
Satoru nods, looking up at her. “Can I sleep with you or do you want to be alone?”
“Idiot,” Suguru whispers, pressing a kiss to his nose. Satoru’s nose is straight and pointed, beautifully sculpted. She’s always loved it. “‘Course you can, baby.” She holds a finger up, glaring down at him. “Do not feel me up. As much as I like it, I don’t need that tonight and it will not help me.”
“I will reserve the daily fondling for another time. Just know that if I don’t get to do it today, I have to do it twice tomorrow.” Satoru pouts at her, but keeps his hands where they are in her lap. “If I don’t touch you, your tits will forget who loved them since day one.”
Suguru pushes him to the floor, wrapping her jacket closer to her body. “You’re a pig,” she mumbles, unable to hide her own snicker.
They leave together and Satoru, ever present Satoru, slips his hand into Suguru’s. She allows it, pulling herself closer to him as they walk home. She always liked that he was a little taller than her, and even more so now. She doesn’t wear heels or anything to work, as they’re irritating to fight in and it’s just not her style. Her boots keep her at a good height to lean into Satoru, hanging off his arm.
The girls are almost fifteen, so they put themselves to bed. However, due to school, they still have a bedtime. Nanako complains and curses Suguru out for taking her phone but she won’t sleep if she doesn’t take it from her, so she shuts the door when Nanako is done having a tantrum over nothing.
Mimiko waits in the doorway of her own room for Suguru to kiss her forehead. “Goodnight, baby,” she whispers into her hair, patting her head. “Sorry about that. You know how your sister can be.”
Mimiko hugs her goodnight, waving to Satoru at the other end of the hall. He grins at her, bright and cheery and waves back, wriggling his fingers. When the door clicks shut, Suguru sighs, pulling off her jacket.
“Lock the door?” she asks, smiling at her boyfriend’s easy nature. Ijichi is watching his kids tonight, so Satoru isn’t far behind Suguru in getting ready for bed. He brushes her hair when she gives up on it, growing frustrated with it all and whispers that he’ll see her in the morning when they’re under the covers, Satoru being the big spoon. He always starts off that way until Suguru seems to bully him in his sleep and ends up as the little spoon when they wake up.
Life is hard, but with Satoru by her side, Suguru thinks she can get through anything. It’s sleezy and all too romantic for the two of them, but she finds she doesn’t care all that much. They can make their own story.
***
Satoru teaches Megumi one on one when he starts, not in a group setting. Satoru also teaches Mimiko and Nanako due to the fact that Suguru cannot be soft on them and she doesn’t know if she will crumble or not.
Suguru probably can’t teach her girls much without completely folding and coddling them. She knows she needs to be harsher, and by God, when it comes to the other first years, she’s ruthless. She’s had to swallow disgusting curses and heaved her guts up too much times to be soft on them, especially when Yuuji ate a fucking finger. She knows that feeling all too well. If he’s ballsy like her, then he can handle a lot of tough love. Satoru is way too soft on him, in Suguru’s opinion.
“What did it taste like?” Suguru couldn’t help but ask when she met him for the first time.
Yuuji subconsciously licked his lips, pulling a face that told her it was gross. “Candle wax. And soap. Not that I know what candle wax tastes like, sensei! But if I happened to… know… then it would taste like that.”
Suguru held her hand up to her mouth, whispering in his ear. “I have to ingest curses to summon them in my technique. Candle wax is the least of your worries if they all taste like that.”
Yuuji’s eyes basically sparkled. He asked her the worst curse she’d ever eaten, and she told him it tasted exactly how cat shit smells, and she threw up on the sidewalk outside Ijichi’s car. The curse absolutely was not worth all that.
Most of the training devolves into that kind of talk when they’re all worn out. Yuuji is good at track and field, as Megumi noted when he first met him, so he’s usually the first one to finish while everyone else is sweating and close to throwing up. Nobara could use some work, but that’s only because Yuuji is a complete monster. He’s got speed that rivals special grades and he’s definitely taken a liking to Nanami.
“It’s nice to have a female teacher,” Nobara says one afternoon as Satoru has paired up Maki and Megumi to fight, just like Maki did for Yuuta. Weapon training days are always fun. “That idiot doesn’t get it. It was him, Ieiri-san and you, then the second years only had one girl. I’d be the only one if it wasn’t for the twins and we’d still have no feminine influence ‘cause Meimei-san doesn’t teach and Utamine-san is with Kyoto.”
“Is it really that important to you?” Suguru muses, watching Satoru needle and haggle Megumi on the field. He can be such an ass to the boy, but Suguru supposes that kind of haggling was once directed at her when they were teenagers. She rather liked it.
“Don’t you like having daughters? Girls do it better, that’s it. That’s why Maki-san is so cool.”
Suguru smiles at her, seeing right through her. She was just like Nobara, wondering why Shoko was so pretty when they were teenagers. Part of it was jealousy and part of it was a simple girl crush. “You shouldn’t judge people so quickly, Nobara-chan. But yes, Megumi is incredibly lucky that he’s pretty. So is Satoru, though. He wouldn’t get away with nearly as much as he does if he wasn’t pretty.”
Nobara sticks her tongue out, flashing her a thumbs down. “Yuck. Absolutely not. Sensei, you’ve been blinded by high school sweetheart syndrome. That dude is ugly. Even Yuuji’s better looking than him.”
“Nobara-chan, do you happen to only find women attractive?”
The girl whirls on him, her eyes comically wide. “How did you know that?!” Nobara barks, flushing right up to her ears. “There’s– But I never said anything!”
Suguru meets her gaze, giving her a rather pitying smile. “You couldn’t be more obvious. Though, it’s better than the alternative. There’s a girl in the Kyoto school who has a major crush on Satoru and I’m not afraid to beat a sixteen year old.” She stands up and leaves Nobara to flush and sweat. She cracks her back and calls for Satoru, rather pleased at his immediate bright smile. She makes a gesture to break Maki and Megumi up and swap the teams. “Nobara-chan, go fight Nanako.”
Nanako springs up, always eager for a fight. The weirdest part is that Nobara grins too, more eager to get away from Suguru. She reaches for Nanako’s hand, taking her down the steps. Interesting.
Weapon training follows a similar course every time. Suguru doesn't mind wrapping up early, especially when Nanako gets her ass handed to her. She's still rather weak, but that's what training is for. Nobara helps her up, trying to run her through her thought process which is better than Nanako losing her mind like she's done before.
“Geto-sensei,” Megumi says when Suguru approaches him. “Would… Would you be able to train me to some capacity? Gojo says–”
Suguru raises her hand and pats his hair. “I can. But don’t tell Satoru or he will freak out.” Megumi never asks her for anything point blank. There always has to be the add on of Gojo said, Gojo mentioned … Suguru knows Satoru told Megumi to be greedier with his techniques and energy, and it's a long time coming. He just doesn't know how to ask for it.
Megumi, politely, removes her hand from his head. Suguru can't help it when he looks so much like Satoru and not Toji. Satoru ruffles his hair because that’s all he does to teenage boys. “Sorry,” she whispers, flashing him a smile as Satoru approaches, clapping his hands.
“Megumi! Hey, we should make you and Yuuji fight. Wouldn't that be funny? The amount of times you've gotten bested by Suku–”
“I think we should cut our losses,” Suguru says, pushing Satoru's face away from the young boy with a polite smile on her face. “To take on the king of curses even once is more than enough and he survived, did he not? Don't boast about being the strongest to a sixteen year old, Satoru.”
“I heard what you said about Miwa,” Satoru mutters, rubbing his cheek. “Not above one upping sixteen year olds, are we, Suguru?”
Suguru smiles at him, closing her eyes to seem even more enticing. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
Almost all the students head back to their dorms without an issue. The twins live on campus now and Suguru has a separate dorm to keep Satoru away from the girls. Not that he would ever endanger them, but they always complain when they see him first thing in the morning coming out of Suguru's room, so he has resorted to sharing a dorm in the staff wing with Suguru, an easy middle ground.
Suguru says goodnight to her girls and heads in. Satoru isn't far behind, having stayed in the boys dorm to talk to Megumi. God only knows about what and Suguru doesn't ask.
“Yuuta is coming back soon,” Satoru says in lieu of a greeting, pulling off his jacket and shirt. He dumps them unceremoniously on the floor, halfway to dropping his pants too so he can get changed. “He's learnt a lot in Kenya.”
Suguru hums, wondering if Yuuta is Satoru's prodigy or if it's Megumi. How nice to have two, but neither one of them will ever best Gojo Satoru.
“Kenya,” Suguru mumbles, tilting her head. She doesn’t elaborate, as she doesn’t think much of it but Satoru asks her where she would like to travel to, if she was given the chance. “Hm… England would be nice. But Okinawa was amazing, so I’d like to go to some kind of tropical country. Like the Philiphines or Indonesia.”
Satoru smiles at her, his eyes tracing her face as he climbs into bed, caging her in with his hands on either side of her face. “We could take a trip,” he whispers, dipping down to press his lips against her jaw. He always seems to focus there, on her pulsepoint, like he’s trying to convince himself that she’s really here. Suguru is no better when it comes to Satoru’s hands on her body.
“In the middle of the school year?” Suguru huffs a short laugh, her hands wrapping around Satoru’s torso. She pulls him down, parting her legs for him to fit comfortably between them as he tangles a hand in the hair at the nape of her neck, sucking light marks into the side of her neck. It’s nothing her uniform work cover and Satoru seems to have that thought too, scraping his teeth against her pulsepoint before sinking lower and igniting her skin with his mouth. “Satoru…” she whispers, a little whine encasing his name and the sorcerer hums, sucking and nipping at her skin.
“In the summer,” Satoru answers, the hand on her nape sinking down, down to her chest. He’s not satisfied with cupping her breast through her shirt and slips his hand beneath it, thumbing the nipple as Suguru’s breathing grows heavy. “We haven’t shopped for many bikinis, gorgeous.”
Suguru knows that. She’s comfortable enough to wear them and in a foreign country, it wouldn’t be so overbearing to wonder if someone might see her. “You’d just- ah, rip them off…”
Satoru snickers, pulling at her nipple to make her back arch as he grinds his hips against hers. “I’ll try my best not to,” he promises, which they both know is empty.
Suguru doesn’t care anymore. She reaches for his face and lets his tongue into her mouth as she clutches at his shoulders, moaning against him. It takes another few minutes of mindless grinding and moaning before Satoru whimpers at Suguru’s hand on his ass. His eyes are wide and he never says things he doesn’t mean, which is why Suguru almost cums in her panties when Satoru whispers, “I want to ride you, Suguru.”
Suguru stares at him, blinking in utter disbelief. She makes a weird sound, straight from her throat and Satoru laughs, shyness creeping onto his features. Suguru doesn’t hesitate when she sees that; she takes him by the jaw, staring up at him through her lashes. “You really want to?” At his meek nod, Suguru feels her chest tighten as her heart beats faster. “Did you– Do you want me to–?”
Satoru shakes his head, laughing at her nerves. “I did it… earlier. It was weird but I– I didn’t want to figure out I didn’t like it when we were having sex.”
“You liked it?” Suguru smirks, peering up at him. His cheeks are pink, splotchy with his blush. He nods, his honesty drawing Suguru’s confidence back into herself. “Satoru, you stupid boy. If you didn’t like it, I would never have forced you.”
“I just think– I think I’d like anything if it’s with you.” At his confession, he shifts his hips again and Suguru feels how hard he is against her, a flush running over her whole body. She did that. She’s not better, twitching in her panties and God, what a sight it would be for Satoru to wear her panties as she fucks him. It’d be her own fault for ripping her lingerie, then.
Suguru sits up, shifting their positions. Satoru is shy, but he climbs into her lap and lets her pull his cock out of his pants, keeping his hands out of the way. He’s always had a pretty dick, not very girthy but Suguru scrapes her fingernail up the side, beneath the head and Satoru shudders, his stomach lurching.
“Take off your pants,” Suguru commands, looking up at him through her lashes. “I wanna see your hole, baby. I can’t believe you didn’t let me see when you stretched yourself out.”
Satoru does just that, his boxers going with his pants when he stands up. She takes her own off, panties too but leaves her shirt for now. It’s strange to see someone so confident so shy but Satoru does what he’s told. He straddles her waist again, his back facing her and spreads his ass to show her. Suguru can’t help but smack his ass, smirking at his gasp. She’s rough, only because he can be so much rougher and it’s nice to give it back sometimes.
“Pretty boy,” she purrs, slicking her fingers with her own spit before she presses two fingers easily inside him. How many did he fit, thinking of her fucking him? Suguru groans at Satoru’s drawn out moan, his hands keeping himself spread as she fingers him, stretching him back to how he was.
She isn’t overly big, but her cock has always been bigger than Satoru’s. She never liked that, but Satoru never made her feel wrong about it. She likes it now, Satoru clenching around her fingers in anticipation for her fucking him within an inch of his life. She’s going to hit all the right places.
Two fingers become three and with three, Suguru pulls out her bottle of lube and slathers it over her fingers. She fucks them roughly back into Satoru, loving the whine that escapes him as one hand slips from his ass to cover his mouth. It hardly does anything to stop his choked noises and Suguru smacks his ass again just to make him whine.
“Baby, turn around,” Suguru purrs, drawing her fingers out slowly. His hole clenches around nothing, hungry for her cock and Suguru knows that if he doesn’t face her when she fucks him, she’d cum instantly from that sight alone.
Satoru shakily rearranges himself, his hands clumsily pressing against Suguru’s shoulders. She wraps an arm around his waist, her other hand tracing up his thigh and Satoru sighs, his cock bobbing against his stomach. It weeps against her stomach where her shirt has rucked up, staining her skin. Satoru finally smirks at her, pulling up her shirt until Suguru takes it off and his hands are on her breasts before she can even drop her shirt on the floor.
Suguru chuckles at him, letting him kiss her softly as her cock pulses from the attention. Satoru’s hips shift, her cock dragging up the cleft of his ass and he sighs, one hand leaving her chest to reach behind himself. He said he wanted to ride her and she’s going to let him do the work. Satoru lines himself up with her cock and he never doesn’t anything slow. He drops himself down and his body goes rigid as they both moan, Suguru’s toes curling at the tightness of him around her cock. It’s hot , enticing and God, it takes all of Suguru’s crumbling resolve to not fuck up into him and make him cry into their sheets.
Everything pulses and Suguru grips his hips to help Satoru lift his own and start his rhythm. She doesn’t do much of the work and even less so now, her eyes fixed on Satoru as he fucks himself on her cock. The sight itself is beautiful; his eyes glazed over and his hair hanging in his eyes. He pants, his skin shining as his cock bobs. He shifts the angle himself and ends up slamming his hands into the pillow beneath Suguru’s head as he whines, the sound basically fucked out of him.
“There,” Satoru pants, his face flushed. Suguru squares her feet on the mattress and fucks into him, letting him press back against her cock, forcing a moan out of her own mouth. His cock weeps, precum pooling on Suguru’s stomach as she leisurely fucks into him, smirking at his drooling face.
“Baby,” Suguru whispers, gripping his hips and then his ass. Satoru moans at the touch, leaning down as his lips smear against hers, the movement breaking whatever kiss could have been there. “Satoru, keep going, darling. Good, good boy,” she praises instead, reaching for his face to steady him.
Satoru refocuses, panting as he cocks his hips against her cock. He grasps her hand against his jaw, pressing a kiss to her palm, desperate and needy. He’s really good at moving his hips, shockingly, and their kiss is messy and full of spit and tongue as they both pant into each other’s mouths.
“Satoru,” Suguru whispers, swallowing down the spit and Satoru’s moans. It should be disgusting but Suguru wants all of him. She wants to eat him out, fuck him until he screams and she just might get to do one of those tonight. “Cum for me, baby.” She circles his cock with her fist and he groans, his body shuddering as she fucks into his prostate and cums right then, burying his noises into Suguru’s mouth.
She fucks him through it, gentle whispers and kisses. She ends up against the headboard with Satoru whining on top of her as he shudders, coming down from his high. She hasn’t cum yet but like it’s been established, Satoru has a terrifyingly short refractory period. It takes all of seven minutes for him to circle his hips on Suguru’s cock and smile down at her.
“Now it’s your turn,” he hisses into her mouth, slamming his hips back down onto her. Suguru seizes, hissing at him clenching around her, sucking her in as his kiss does the same thing. It’s all tongue and teeth, sloppy and gross but Suguru adores it, her body on fire. It always responds to Satoru’s attention. She’s easy with him, and it takes Satoru smearing his fingers through his own spend on her stomach and stuffing it into her mouth that makes her cum inside him, milked through it by Satoru’s unrelenting rhythm.
“Sa– Ah, please.” Suguru stumbles, hissing in overstimulation as her cock spills inside Satoru, pulsing and twitching. He smirks at the feeling, happy with himself like a cat with a mouthful of cream.
“I adore you,” Satoru purrs, a hand back on her pulsepoint as he rides out her own orgasm, his hips coaxing her into overstimulation. He lifts himself, Suguru’s softening cock slipping out of him. It makes them both shudder, her spend spilling out of him soon after and because they’re both as disgusting as each other, Suguru reaches around him and stuffs her fingers inside him as his cock slowly rises again, already half hard.
She fingers him until he cums again and he licks his own cum off her stomach and chest, pressing his face into her tits when he’s sure everything is relatively clean, nuzzling into her soft skin. Suguru chuckles, smoothing her clean hand down his spine.
“Satoru, my hand is–” She can’t even finish her own sentence before her boyfriend sucks her fingers into his mouth. He likes her cum for some odd reason, a wild fascination with it, which is probably half the reason he even knew he’d like her fucking him. “That works.”
Satoru snickers around her fingers, a chortle from his throat. “I love your fingers,” he says, pulling them from his mouth with a cartoon-like pop sound. He collapses on top of her, snuggling up and tucking his face into her neck. “Suguru?”
Suguru hums, stilfing a yawn with her newly cleaned hand. “Yes, baby?”
“We’re gonna need to do that a lot more. I want you to fuck me the way I fuck you. If you’re comfortable with it.”
Suguru smiles, burying her nose into his beautiful soft hair. “Sure, angel. I liked it too.” She’s crazy about Satoru and if he asks, she’ll do everything she can to deliver. “Tired?”
“I can go again after a nap,” Satoru answers, his lips moving against her skin. It makes Suguru’s head hazy. “And a gatorade.”
Suguru chuckles, knowing she’s got something in the mini fridge Shoko almost threw out when it wasn’t keeping samples cold enough. Suguru got it stocked up with everything she needs and whatever snacks Satoru likes. There’s definitely gatorade in there.
And probably some chocolate sauce and strawberries for something a little extra.
***
Days and weeks come and go. Suguru is always unsure of how to navigate the end of the school year, especially as she reads the new applicants. There’s only a handful of them, small classes just like they’ve always had. Two girls and a boy.
“Satoru?” she calls, sorting through the new applicants for the school. One of the girls is just like Yuuta, only her curse solidifies as a reaper that curls around her. She’s been having to cut herself to manifest it, which Suguru decides they need to change as soon as possible. She should be interesting to handle, considering she hasn't killed anyone yet.
“Yeah?” Satoru all but shouts back from the living room. She remembers he used to do that all the time when they were teenagers. Always screaming into his phone, sticking his tongue out and rolling his eyes. Cocky, egotistical Gojo Satoru. Suguru wants him bad.
“How do you feel about white?” It’s a random thought, but something she’s been meaning to ask him. It sprung into her mind when Shoko said something about none of them being married yet, when they’re pushing thirty. Seeing the new applicants, fifteen years old staring back at her makes her think of herself at their age.
“Do you want me to dye my hair? ‘Cause it’s not going to happen.”
“I meant on me.”
Satoru, in all his glory, appears in the bedroom doorway, his eyes wide. “What?” he asks, pants . Suguru turns to him, setting down the profiles of the new students on her dress. She approaches her wardrobe and pulls out one of the dresses Satoru bought for her all those years ago that no longer fits her in the chest area. Score.
It’s black, and Suguru looks over her shoulder at her boyfriend. “I’m never wearing white. I just wanted you to walk in here. Have you thought about… about us?”
“About marrying you?” Satoru crosses the floor to Suguru, taking the dress from her and laying it on the bed. “All the time. Why? You wanna do it? You free tomorrow?”
Suguru laughs at him, shaking her head. “No, I’ve got a thing. And I’m not wearing white even if we do.” Black or they don’t get married. “But you’ve thought about it?” It doesn’t surprise her, but for how long has Satoru thought of it? People like them don’t get a happy ending, but they’ve gone this long, haven’t they?
Satoru nods, smiling down at her. “Yeah, baby, of course I have. You’re my girl. I wanna see you look your best.”
“I don’t look my best all the time?” At Satoru’s awkward look, Suguru smiles, cozying up to him. She shimmys her shoulders, showing off her chest in her bralette and overly loose shirt and of course, Satoru’s eyes go straight down. “Satoru, really? It’s that easy?”
Satoru looks right through her, raising his brows. “I have a one track mind and it’s all for your boobs.” He presses a kiss to her cheek, making the noises to go along with it. It embarrasses Suguru but she does nothing to stop it, chuckling at her boyfriend’s attention. “But really, Suguru, would you wanna do that?”
Suguru shrugs, because she really doesn’t know. For someone who believed her life was going to end at sixteen years old, she’s astounded to have made it this far. To have someone who loves her wholeheartedly, to have adopted two girls and lived long enough to see them grow up. She wonders what would have happened to her if she had given up. Would Satoru have still desperately attempted to save her, or would he have grown exhausted? No one could help her but herself and to have Satoru see all her milestones and achievements… That’s enough for her. She did that all herself, and Satoru gave her the space to do so.
“As long as you bring me back if I do something stupid,” Suguru whispers, her eyes slipping closed as Satoru holds her, stroking down her hair. “I don’t need any of that. I just want you.” She struggles to articulate her thoughts, always shy and never quite believing she deserves to feel this way, or even express herself.
But Satoru’s eyes soften and infinity is never on when they’re together because he trusts her completely. He’s unapologetically brash and Suguru adores it. “Always,” he whispers, pressing his lips against Suguru’s high cheekbone. “My baby girl… Always.”
Suguru doesn’t need to overthink about that kind of thing. As long as Satoru is with her, she doesn’t think she’d mind about taking the next step. When have they ever been known to take the next step conventionally? If anything, it’s rich of Shoko to talk about marriage when she’s been hitting on Utahime for the past ten years without even asking her out.
“The year is ending soon,” Satoru whispers, swaying them on the spot. “You wanna go somewhere? The Philipines?” He waggles his eyebrows at her, smirking. “…Okinawa?”
Suguru presses her lips together to stop her overeager smile. “Okinawa sounds good, baby.”
“God, you are beautiful,” Satoru whispers, his eyes alight. They almost sparkle like crystals, like the water reflecting the beautiful sun of Okinawa. “Gorgeous, beautiful girl. My baby, my beautiful angel girl. Suguru–”
Suguru flushes, but doesn’t look away from him. She purses her lips for an obnoxious kiss that can only be described as a smooch and wonders if this is ever going to end. She supposes that a lifetime of waiting for the other shoe to drop will only make her go running back to herself at sixteen just for that stupid girl to tell her I told you so.
She takes a breath, letting her boyfriend kiss her like their lives depend on it. Suguru supposes with that kind of passion, she shouldn’t take it for granted. So what if the world’s ending? Geto Suguru got the greatest sorcerer of all time wrapped around her finger and she couldn’t be more proud of herself.
“Let’s go to Okinawa,” she whispers against Satoru’s mouth, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She hums against his lips, smirking at his exploring hands. Yeah, pushing thirty and she’s still this excited about Satoru palming up her ass.
Life is hard, but with Satoru, it’s a little more bearable.